Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Gradually, the sound of the flames burning disappeared. Ping Jiangmen raised his head and saw the crimson light at the edge of the thick fog slowly disappear; it was the last stubborn resistance of the flames through the fog.

But at this moment, the intense light also receded.

"Whoosh!"

Something suddenly flew through the thick fog. The shadow warrior roared and drew his sword, slicing the attacking thing in two.

The thing that had broken in two was rolling on the ground, and Taira no Masakado suddenly realized that it was the wooden wheel of the Wheel Nyūdō, which was so badly damaged that only half of it remained.

A chill ran down his spine, and Taira no Masakado could only try his best to suppress his fear.

As an evil spirit that brings terror and horror to humanity, it now truly feels the same fear as those humans.

For ordinary people, evil spirits are elusive, vengeful spirits are incomprehensible, and urban legends are frightening.

These traits represent how unacceptable abnormal things are to humans, and fear is the most common thought when humans face abnormal things.

You don't know how to strike the vengeful spirit, you don't know how to avoid the doll that keeps following you, and you can't understand why the dead have come back to life.

The fear born of the unknown and the insurmountable challenge welled up from the depths of Taira no Masakado's heart, telling him that he was no different from an ordinary person when facing the monster before him.

"Clop, clop..."

Strange sounds emanated from the black mist, sounding like something being crushed bit by bit.

Taira no Masakado prayed that it wasn't the skull of a Wheel of Fortune.

"Bam—"

Suddenly, a flame ignited in the thick fog. Taira no Masakado's eyes widened; he knew this was his only chance.

"Charge! Charge! Go rescue Wheely Descent!"

Chapter 118 The Silent Wrath

Dou Tang walked through the thick fog, his mind a complete blank, unable to think of anything.

Right now, all he could think about was anger. That anger was raging through his mind, shattering all his human thinking and leaving only vague concepts and fleeting fragments of thought.

kill……

Just as I have done in the past, whatever comes my way, I will kill it.

Countless voices within the thick fog accuse him, their resentment and hatred engulfing him like a tide. But the owners of those voices dare not disobey his commands, nor even appear before him, only daring to announce their existence with the faint, annoying chirping of insects.

Such insect chirping will never be remembered by anyone.

To die with a voice is shameful.

Dou Tang strolled through the mist, hidden among the many subtle sounds, and slowly arrived behind Lunrudao.

This guy has a familiar scent, but that scent... cannot be possessed by anyone else; it belongs only to him.

Besides that familiar smell, there was another odor, an odor called sin. Every inch of its withered, black body seemed to be telling itself of the crimes it had committed.

He committed atrocities against people he should never have touched.

So Dou Tang reached out his hand.

The Wheel Monk, enveloped in thick fog, could hear no sound and could not even see anything with his own eyes. The only sound he could hear in the black fog was his own rapid breathing.

He no longer needed to breathe, but the current bizarre situation made him suddenly remember what breathing felt like, which also meant that he saw himself as a human being in this thick fog.

Weak human beings.

Suddenly, a pair of strong, large hands reached out from the thick fog.

He fell backward in terror, but those hands were too fast; they pressed his head down and forced him to the ground.

The strength of those hands was terrifying; the lines of their arms were sharp and regular, like the peaks of a mountain. But those weren't the point. The point was the pain those hands brought.

The powerful force pressed down hard on Wanyūdō's head, and Wanyūdō felt as if his head was being held firmly in place by a hydraulic press, unable to move.

"Bang, bang..."

The ground beneath Lunrudao shattered with a bang, and Dou Tang violently shoved his entire head into the ground, ignoring the resistance of his frail limbs.

With one hand pressing down on Rinyuudo's head and the other grabbing the wooden wheel on his back, he yanked it hard, snapping the ropes embedded in Rinyuudo's body. Rinyuudo let out a shrill scream, but the sound, filled with pain, was swallowed by the black mist and could not be heard.

Dou Tang impatiently increased the intensity.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."

The screams of Wheely Dhyana were buried in the soil and turned into dry heaving due to pressure on his throat.

Dou Tang looked at the wooden wheel in his hand, and on the wheel appeared distorted, illusory faces. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be children and women.

Flames burned on the hemp rope, which was stained with blood.

Dou Tang clenched his fist slightly, and those illusory faces scattered into large patches of blue light, merging into the black mist and disappearing.

At this moment, the wooden wheel in his hand was no longer abnormal, and the flame on the hemp rope had also been extinguished. What Dou Tang was holding down was just a blackened, dried corpse.

Wheely Djokov let out another piercing scream, but was shoved even more roughly into the ground, with most of his head embedded in the earth.

Dou Tang forcefully swung the wooden wheel in his hand.

"Drink, drink..."

Just as Dou Tang was swinging the wooden wheel, Lun Rudao suddenly sprang up. The impact of the burst of flames on his body caused Dou Tang to sway, giving Lun Rudao an opportunity to take advantage.

The loss of his most important component completely unleashed the ferocity of the Wheel of Fortune. The crown on his head burst into flames, even showing signs of melting.

Endless flames were born, driving away the surrounding thick smoke. They scorched Dou Tang's body.

Looking at Lunrudao, who was determined to fight to the death, and feeling his boundless fighting spirit and raging fury, Dou Tang nodded.

Then, with a burst of strength, he pressed him back into the ground.

This flame is indeed powerful, but can it be stronger than this arm with the power to move mountains and fill seas?

Just as Dou Tang was about to snap his neck, a whooshing sound came from behind, and several precious swords cut through the thick fog, slashing towards Dou Tang.

Driven by instinct, Dou Tang released his grip, braced himself against the ground, and once again leaped out like a wolf, dodging the slash and rushing several meters away.

After dodging the slash, his forward momentum suddenly halted. The footwork that Huaiyin had seen in his dream appeared. Dou Tang's movements started suddenly and then stopped abruptly. He used his strong physique to take advantage of the distortion in his trajectory in order to achieve an elusive goal.

Dou Tang turned back, his hands transforming into blurry black shadows as he charged towards the Shadow Warrior's treasured blade.

The shadow warrior's blade moved with lightning speed, and the silver net formed by the four blades pressed down on Dou Tang. But Dou Tang was not afraid. His legs trembled and compressed as he rushed out. At the same time, he stretched out his hands and used his elbows to slow down the moment of being hit by the blade. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, he put both hands into the range of the long sword's slash.

The blade's momentum was caught by Dou Tang's shoulders, while Dou Tang's hands were already pressed against the chests of the two shadow warriors.

Dou Tang's blue eyes were on the left and right sides respectively.

Like separate cameras, each watching one person, suddenly exerting force with the palm.

"Oh!"

The two explosions rang out together, and the disbelief on the faces of the two shadow warriors turned into pain.

Dou Tang's hands passed right through his chest.

"Hey."

Before the two shadow warriors disappeared, they seemed to hear a disdainful murmur, but it did not come from Dou Tang, but from the omnipresent dark fog around them.

After instantly dispatching the two shadow warriors, Dou Tang shook off the two corpses that were gradually disappearing and looked ahead.

The Wheel of Fortune had been dug out by Taira no Masakado, and at this moment, Taira no Masakado was placing his hand on his skull.

Wheelyūdō let out another unwilling scream as Taira no Masakado's hand gripped his head tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

This guy is... killing Rin-yūdō, killing his own subordinate!

Dou Tang dodged the shadow warrior's attack, then casually threw a punch back, killing the already one-armed shadow warrior completely, before continuing to look in the direction of Taira no Masakado.

"Lord Taira no Masakado... Lord Taira no Masakado, no, please don't..."

The sound of the Wheel of Fortune was so shrill that it was almost torture when the high-pitched voice rose, both miserable and chilling.

But Taira no Masakado didn't care about any of that; he simply crushed Rin-yūdō's skull.

The screams of the Wheel Nyūdō suddenly disappeared.

A golden crown of flames appeared in Taira no Masakado's hands. He took a deep breath and reverently placed the crown on his head.

Looking at Dou Tang standing still, Taira no Masakado grinned maliciously and laughed loudly, "Monster, now, you have no chance!"

Chapter 119 Black Glutinous Rice Dumplings

Dou Tang, who had transformed into a humanoid form of black mist, stood still, while the shadow warriors began to slowly retreat towards the direction of Ping Jiangmen.

Dou Tang tilted his head, neither stopping Ping Jiangmen nor responding to his provocation. His hands hung naturally at his sides, and his blue eyes watched quietly as Ping Jiangmen placed the crown completely on his head.

The crown on the gate of the daimyo merged with the crown of the Wheely Way, and a brilliant, colorful light was born out of thin air. The light wrapped around the crown like the aurora borealis and finally condensed into a brand new shape.

A crown, larger and more ornate than the original, adorned with various patterns, appeared atop Taira no Masakado's head.

The crown pattern looked much more complex, with six warriors dressed in magnificent armor wrapped in ribbons, each ribbon burning with flames and dancing wildly.

In addition, the general's sword was shrouded in a ring of shapeless mist.

With a brand-new crown on his head, Taira no Masakado grinned arrogantly. His long sword was wrapped in a layer of red light. With a flick of his wrist, fiery ropes appeared out of nothingness, fluttering like ribbons through his armpits, as majestic as a deity like Amaterasu from mythology.

Two shadow warriors emerged from behind him, looking exactly like him. The other four gradually transformed into his current appearance, and even the two whose arms had been removed by Dou Tang were restored to their original state.

The seven swords, their blades wreathed in flames and glowing red, grinned maliciously. Their bulging muscles were so prominent that they were somewhat nauseating.

“Mr. Ren… you are truly a monster.” Taira no Masakado reached out and brushed aside the mist beside him, letting out a cold snort. “Such a bizarre ability, yet it’s not something you gained from the crown. So this is what you rely on to establish yourself in Tokyo? Even I would find someone with such abilities troublesome.”

"It seems that the new era is indeed not just a stage for Crown Games."

"But, with your flamboyant manner, you will certainly not be accepted by exorcists and evil spirits. You, who are neither human nor ghost, look ridiculous."

Taira no Masakado seemed to have misunderstood something, but Dou Tang had no intention of correcting him at this moment. He simply nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on Taira no Masakado, his legs one in front of the other, ready to charge forward.

Upon seeing this, Taira no Masakado's eyes hardened, and the six shadow warriors beside him once again prepared to attack, raising their precious swords that gleamed with red light, their blades aimed at Dou Tang.

"hiss--"

Dou Tang took another deep breath, and the surrounding black mist began to converge towards him, being inhaled into his lungs.

He arched his back deeply, transforming into a fierce tiger before a hunt, his hands almost touching the ground.

With a "whoosh!", he rushed out, and all the black mist kept touching him, as if blessing him as he set off for battle.

The shadow warriors also rushed forward, each with their own different attack methods, compensating for each other's weaknesses and shortcomings. Their sharp, intersecting blades formed a net that enveloped Dou Tang.

The net was filled with crisscrossing, fragmented blades, glowing with a brilliant red light. This attack was just like that of the King of the Sickle Weasels back then; even Dou Tang would be injured by it.

But Dou Tang maintained his forward-charging posture. After taking a step, he suddenly turned his legs, lightly touched the ground with his palms, and turned into a posture with his face up to the sky, narrowly passing under the net of blades.

The shadow warrior pressed down the net of blades, slashing towards Dou Tang's lower body!

But Dou Tang was even faster. He was as swift as the wind in the black mist, as if the air itself was responding to his movements, creating wind paths for him and pushing him forward.

Gravel flew from behind him, and he increased his speed again, kicking the wrists of the shadow warriors while his hands fell...

Support yourself on the ground.

With two muffled thuds, Dou Tang's leather shoes kicked away the shadow warrior's wrists, and his whole body, like a drill rising from the ground, used the force of his arms to prop his legs up into the sky.

The two shadow warriors were kicked aside, and a gap appeared in the middle of the blade net. Dou Tang narrowly passed through it and leaped into the air.

The shadow warrior's fierce attack was broken by him in two moves.

This is no easy task. Although Dou Tang's movements are clean and efficient without any unnecessary actions, the ability to analyze the situation and make a decisive decision is something that ordinary martial artists cannot possess. Unless it is Mao Liang, who can also see through his intentions, ordinary people will not gain an advantage in close combat with him, even if there are many of them, especially humanoid enemies.

Dou Tang leaped into the air, stepping onto a pipe. He bent his legs again, using the pipe as a leverage point, and jumped down suddenly.

It wasn't until Dou Tang stepped into the pipe that Ping Jiangmen discovered there was something there that he could use for leverage. Clearly, the advantage of Dou Tang's black mist, which blocked sound and obscured vision, was enormous.

Dou Tang's azure eyes descended from the sky, his body shrouded in black mist, making his fists and feet invisible. He seemed like a blurry phantom, leaving a blue trail of falling light in the air.

The cloud of mist went completely berserk, rushing towards the shadow warriors on the ground and instantly disappearing into the crowd.

The denser fog, even denser than the surrounding mist, kept ramming into the shadow warriors. Due to the obscuring effect of the black fog, the shadow warriors had no way to defend against the fists and feet that seemed to come from nowhere, and could only barely resist by relying on their numerical advantage.

Dou Tang was extremely fast. He charged and attacked, then withdrew, and without pausing for a moment, he charged back in. Although he was alone, he was like a pack of wolves waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

The shadow warriors surrounded Taira no Masakado, wielding their treasured swords and constantly fighting back, but they were like lambs surrounded by wolves, only able to parry but unable to retaliate.

Upon seeing this, Taira no Masakado frowned deeply, his crown lit up, and flames spread from the fire rope.

"Huhuhu..."

The shadow warrior's body instantly burst into flames, and fiery snakes dispelled the black mist, exploding into fireworks. The dazzling flames rushed towards Dou Tang.